If You Act Like You Own It - You Own It

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This friend and I…

Went for a little chat and walk…made the way up Cemetery Lane…she sharing stories…history…bringing to life those names on the headstones…

Passed a house on the way back…heard a dog barking…crazy-like barking coming from behind the picture window…distanced ourselves out of habit…

But needn’t worry about that dog…howling from his perch on the couch…what we needed to worry about…was what had triggered his angst…

And what was beelining their way towards two innocent cemetery walkers…

Turkeys…a group…gaggle?…flock?…whatever…a rafter apparently…waddling…gobbling…making it quite clear two cemetery walkers were fair game…

And here we were again…63 year old me…just when you think you’ve seen it all…you see this…

A sassy little turkey family feeling their oats right there in the middle of town…acting like they owned it…which we let them do…because you know what they say…

If you act like you own it…you own it…
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And those gobblers…agree…